Wife, mom -- it's all the same...

As Reece was putting Lola to bed last night, I went in to kiss her before heading upstairs for my routine bowl of cereal.

I also gave my husband a quick smooch, which resulted in the following conversation:

"Daddy, don't kiss my mommy. She's MY best friend."

"Lola, I can kiss her.  She's my wife."

"No dad.  She's MY wife."

Come to think of it, I do feed her, pick her socks up off the floor and do her laundry...

Yep, sounds pretty wifely to me.